Chapter 1

She was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Lori to give her the signal. Lori burst through the kitchen doors.

"He's here. So is your dad. And Sienna..." she said lowly.

"What?"

She shook her head from side to side. "Damn girl, he looks so fine! He's not in uniform. Just a white polo shirt, jeans and clean white sneaks. Damn!"

Sienna was quickly drenched. When the moisture appeared between her thighs, she hoped it wouldn't happen so quickly. She was enraged by everything about him! Everything about him: his voice, his 6'3 sculpted swimmer's form, his laugh...everything However, she was soon able to return to the here and now.

"What about your father?" Suddenly, she yelled in agony. Why is he even here?" That's what they said! He promised to stay away!"

In any case, they're all waiting for your arrival." "Stop it!" It seemed like Lori was pulling Sienna down the corridor as she said this.

As soon as Lori opened the ballroom doors, Sienna was inundated with a kaleidoscope of blue lights and music. He halted the music and screamed over the microphone, "There she is, looking good as hell. "It's your birthday, girl."

She was inundated with birthday greetings and hugs and kisses from her classmates. As she chatted with several of them, she kept an eye on Brandon. He was chatting with her father in the corner. A small blonde woman in a short black dress strolled over to Brandon as she was ready to leave the conversation. She wrapped her arm around his neck and elevated his arm. When she approached him, he didn't halt but he didn't drop his arm. In the aftermath of the attack, Sienna felt as if she had been hit in the gut. She sat there in a daze, her eyes fixed on them. He had the audacity to invite a slut to her birthday celebration!

As the DJ played a calm mix, couples began to join the dance floor and the conversation began to die down. It was Sienna's turn to go outside. She spotted a group of young men looking at her from a distance. She was aware of what they were thinking. She figured this clothing would be appropriate. Had to. But if he brought someone along, she'd have to work even harder.

She turned to face her father while he and Brandon were still chatting. Her father was ready to wave, but he paused and glared at her. Sienna took a big drink and screamed. That's why he was frowning, she was sure of it. In the Victoria's Secret catalogs, this was the type of outfit that he didn't want to see on his only daughter. To observe what had distracted Brandon's father, Brandon turned around. She approached them and she could see Brandon's smile go away. She could feel his gaze moving over her, examining every inch of her, even her lack of clothing. She felt utterly exposed.

At the party of three, she spotted a young blonde lady staring at her and glanced her way a few times from the corner of her eye as she approached the group. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, and her make-up was overdone. There was no doubt that her blonde hair was dyed. Just yet, Sienna couldn't face Brandon. A little later, she returned her gaze to her father. That's why she knew Commander Branson wouldn't say anything right away—but she'd be in for a lot of wrath in the future.

Her father whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, baby."

Father: "I appreciate it."

Sienna was aware that his eyes were piercing her. She was aware that she would have to acknowledge him at some point in the future. She drew a deep breath and shifted her attention to him. Eyes narrowed slightly, piercing green. You wouldn't know he was upset if you didn't know him, but Sienna did. When she looked at him, she was able to recognize the tiniest changes in his face. He was on edge. No, he was infuriated!

He said, "Happy birthday, Sienna," with a strained jaw. There was no introduction of the girl. However, she chose to voice her opinion.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." It's a good age. "It's official!"

When she looked at Brandon, she saw him tighten up and put his hands on her shoulders. Her mouth made a 'o' as if she was about to utter "ouch," but the emotion on his face stopped her from saying anything.

So many thanks to Sienna and BT, too.

It appeared as though the woman was checking in with Brandon to see whether or not it was acceptable to reveal her identity. "April" was all she could say when he didn't look away from Sienna.

It's a pleasure to have you and April here.

Uncomfortable quiet reigned. Brandon kept staring at Sienna, her dad looked over at the youngsters trying to poison the punch, and April looked down at her dress and pulled an imagined piece of lint off it. She returned his gaze, striving valiantly not to look away at first. She felt self-conscious and folded her hands over her chest, which everyone in the room could see.

She was determined not to let him down on her big day. If only he had known that she had put on this dress for him and that he would be able to take it off of her later that night. She made a decision to be brave. His gaze was fixed on her as she lifted her head high and glared at him.

On my birthday, would you mind giving me the first dance? "BT," I said.

For a few seconds, he stood there, his face expressionless. April's dad grinned uncomfortably as he glanced at her in disbelief.

Sure, he said under his breath as he made his way to the middle of the dance floor, passing her by.

Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling as she waited for him to follow with his hands on the hips. High-heeled sandals in hand, she approached him.

When she got to him, he stretched out and grabbed her waist. A lot more brutally than she expected. In fact, he wasn't even gazing at her; he was staring over her instead. When she put her arms around his neck, he refused even to glance at her.

"I hope you're enjoying yourselves. He interrupted her before she could finish her sentence: "The DJ is new, but...

"What's going on?" He inquired. He was still keeping an eye on her, but she didn't seem to notice. He was, however, quickly inhaling and exhaling via his nostrils.

She couldn't come up with anything to say. She was aware that he was referring to the clothing, but she chose to remain silent.

Inquiringly, I ask, "What do you mean?"

Sienna, don't mess with me. I'm sure you understand exactly what I'm referring to. Your dad was mortified to see you in this clothing.

"It's my party, and I'm allowed to do anything I want," she said, as he pressed his muscular hands into her waist. She'd only ever seen him enraged once before in her life, and she found it both terrifying and enthralling.

Then he stretched his jaw and glanced at her. His eyes glowed with a mixture of annoyance and want. That's not the case. Her eyes are playing tricks on her. A few seconds later, she watched his gaze drop to her breasts, and then she saw him draw a line from there to her neck, then to her lips and finally to her eyes.

All the men in this room are thinking about what? Asked, "What do you think of a girl in an outfit like this?" she said.

So engrossed in his gaze that she didn't detect the sting in his words, Sienna couldn't help but fall for him. She managed to say, "No, what?" while still peering into his eyes.

That's what they think of her," he murmured to her, his voice hushed and soft.

She felt as though a bucket of icy water had been thrown at her with that word. Her face contorted in disbelief. However, he clung to her even after she withdrew her arms and sought to free herself from his clutches. She was shocked to hear him refer to her like that. She noticed that her vision had become clouded. However, she refused to shed a tear in front of him. To make him fall in love with her, she merely donned this outfit. Surely he was aware of it.

His voice was hushed this time, but she didn't hear it. In other words, "And you're not a slut??" Rather than a question, he presented it as a fact. Even her efforts, she was unable to move any other portion of her body, despite shakily shaking her head.

"You're correct, you aren't," he says. This makes me wary of seeing you out and about wearing anything that barely covers your derrieres. would want to avoid the appearance that I'm aloof from men." "Because then I'd have to murder them," he continued, looking her directly in the eye. She shuddered as he spoke those words. A bored-looking April was seated in the chair next to him. He released her and turned his back before returning to April. When Sienna's father went in, he grabbed her hand, spoke briefly to him, shook his hand, and then walked out of the room without even looking back at her.

Sienna had concluded the festivities in her head.

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What a jerk you are, B.T.! "Oh, aaaag" In the center of Brandon's bed, April moaned while Brandon was fucking her from behind her behind. Using both hands, he squeezed her small breast with one hand and her short blonde hair with the other. Her pussy had been his only source of solace from the exhaustion that had taken its toll on his body. It was obvious that they were both drenched in sweat. He didn't give a fuck what was happening to his dick. Her life was in shambles because of him. The bed banged into the wall when he pulled it up against it. In spite of the fact that he was aware that he was exploiting April, he didn't give a fuck.

As a result of the party, he'd been struggling to come to terms with it. His jaw dropped as he realized she had gotten out of bed and put on that outfit. Despite the wind blowing over her face, the dress remained in place on her body as she made her way. As far as he was concerned, she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. If he were to be absolutely honest with himself, he first saw it when she was 16 years old. A 5'6" woman with the most toned caramel thighs I'd ever seen walked into the room. As a result of her thin waist and beautiful tits, she was out of reach for him. For the love of God, this chick was making him crazy.

As soon as he saw her, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her: drag her outside to his car and fuck her on the hood. Tonight, all that mattered to him was sex with her. He'd dreamed about it in the past, but this was different. Hard. Because of his desire to possess her, he aspired to claim her body as his own. In the same way, the young punks were undoubtedly thinking that if he was thinking that. When Sienna was in front of her father, Jackson, he had always maintained a space between himself and her. He never acknowledged that she had a significant influence on him. Her father owed an immense debt of gratitude to Jackson, who had transformed his life in a single stroke. Brandon was convinced that he owed him his life and that he had to compensate him for it. In order to aid him, he would go to great lengths. He was, without a doubt, the dad he had always wanted to be.

When Brandon was six years old, his mother decided to leave him with his aunt while she went to work. He never knew his real father. She never returned. Until he was seventeen, he lived with his uncle and aunt in Boston and went to school there. They treated him with a degree of brutality. His uncle kicked him in the shins on a regular basis for no apparent reason.

Then, one day, Brandon made a decision to take matters into his own hands. As soon as Harold left the room to buy a drink for himself, Brandon hit him on the back of the head with his minor league bat. His uncle didn't take long to fall to the ground. Nothing troubled Brandon as he stood and watched him, oblivious to the blood pouring from his skull. He quietly contacted the police department on the phone. What happened was relayed to them. His uncle was taken to the hospital as soon as the ambulance arrived. Even though he was unconscious, his heart was still pounding away inside of him.

A police officer who knew Harold and viewed him as garbage told his aunt, Sara, that Brandon had hit him with the bat in self-defense and that she should not file charges. Given the circumstances, this was an easy claim to make given Brandon's smashed lip and injured eye earlier in the day. In the end, Aunt Sara had no option but to put Brandon's clothing out on the front step when they returned back at the house from school.

While her family was welcoming him into their home, his face was on fire with humiliation as she publicly shamed him for his arrival. Residents and drivers on the street slowed down as they passed by to observe the spectacle. The worst embarrassment he had ever felt in his life. It was time for him to leave, so he grabbed his possessions and put on his tough front, which he had perfected in preparation for his inevitable survival.

Squatting at several friends' places followed. In the end, he decided it was better to have a diploma to show for all the time he had spent in this government-created prison than to drop out. Upon graduation, he found a part-time job at Burger King. He realized at that point that his life was a complete waste of time. Nevertheless, he and his best friend Kevin would steal automobiles and bring them to the chop shop for additional cash. That was a good deal for me.